This crazy little thing called love

After what can only be described as a spotty history of internet dating, both Josh and Carly were reluctant to pursue further internet sourced romance. But they both decided to give it another go. After a series of relatively cheesy back and forth messages (largely centered around their pets), Josh finally fired the oh so suave and almost artistically passive salvo, "you don't seem insane, maybe we should go grab a drink." And so, the first date was set. In a somewhat typical reflection of the modern dating scene, a few drinks turned into many drinks and the date ended with what can only be described as a sloppy make out session. Both Josh and Carly were optimistic about the road ahead and a second date was set. This 2nd date 'concert' turned out to be nothing more than a loose grouping of angsty privileged 20-somethings, wailing about their misguided lives, around a pot of chili and a few growlers of local beer...in a Hassidic owned tenement in Bushwick, on the 7th floor, in a dingy not-so-up-to-code 'artists' loft'. After fleeing the awkward scene, Josh tried to salvage the night by suggesting tacos 'right around the corner.' But after trekking over a mile (in heels) to this promised oasis, Carly was sorely disappointed to learn that this fine dining establishment was closed for a private event. Just as Josh was ready to surrender to the eventuality of a promising romance gone awry, a saving angel burst forth from the off-limits taco joint; in a blaze of margarita fueled glory, (future) bridesmaid Sarah yelled out to Carly like a songbird in the night, "You *&^%$!, what are you doing in Brooklyn?!" And so things took a turn for the better, with Josh surviving the ensuing interrogation. Now they all look back and laugh at the events of that chaotic evening. Future dates went much more according to plan, and a beautiful relationship began to take shape. Families were met (and defeated in Scrabble), holidays were shared, and animals co-habitated. Next up...